
A ROSE OF MEXICO 



HARRY L NEWTON'S 



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A ROSE OF MEXICO 



A PLAY IN ONE ACT 

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' CHARACTERS : 

Carmita An Americanised Mexican Maiden 

Pedro A Mexican Bandit 

Locality. — The barber shop of Carmita's father 
in Garcia, New Mexico. 

Time. — The present. 

SYNOPSIS : 

Carmita, a Mexican girl, has recently returned 
from school in the United States, imbued with 
American ideas of right and wrong. Pedro, a Mex- 
ican youth who has been in love with her for some 
years, has turned bandit in her absence to secure 
money enough to ask her to become his wife. 

He calls at her father's barber shop and, finding 
her alone, pleads his suit ; she upbraids him for his 
wickedness, and he tells her it was for love of her 
that he became a thief and a murderer. 

He discovers that she loves one Frank Carter. 
He threatens Carter's life ; she laughs at him de- 
risively. Mad with anger and to prove himself the 
better man, he shows her a roll of money taken 
from Carter that day — the pay roll, in fact, which 
Carter may be accused of stealing. 

By stratagem she obtains his Bowie knife and 
revolver, and compels him to give up the stolen 
money, saving her sweetheart's honor thereby. 



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COSTUMES. 



Carmita. — Is a typical American-Mexican girl, 
but dresses in a mixture of both American and 
Mexican clothing. The suggestion being an up-to- 
date tailor-made skirt and perhaps a fancy buckskin 
jacket. She wears high-heeled boots, and is alto- 
gether a very smart young lady. In disposition she 
is inclined to be mischievous, vivacious, and desper- 
ately passionate, as the occasion may warrant. She 
has very recently returned from a seminary in the 
United States, and has acquired the mannerisms, 
speech, etc., of the up-to-date American girl. 

Pedro. — A typical Mexican youth, sporting pic- 
turesque clothes and a large sombrero. Wears a 
belt beneath jacket, in which is carried a large re- 
volver and a Bowie knife. He smokes cigarettes 
incessantly; speaks with a marked Mexican accent, 
and is a swaggering bravo withal, although care 
should be taken that the character be not played too 
"heavy." 

PROPERTIES. 

A barber's chair. Mirror to hang on wall. Wash- 
stand, with pitcher, bowl, shaving mug, razors, etc. 
Table cloth. Magazines and newspapers. Bowie 
knife and cigarettes for Pedro. Revolver. Pack-- 
age of bills for Pedro. 

STAGE DIRECTIONS. 
As seen by a performer on the Stage, facing the 
audience, R. means right hand ; L., left hand ; C, 
centre of stage. 



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By Harvey L. Newton. 



Scene.— The barber shop of Carmita's father in 
Garcia, Mexico. The set is a plain interior in 
''three/' with practical door back R., backed by 
mountain or wood view. There are also doors R. 
and L. ; right door must be practical. The general 
appearance of room must resemble crude frontier 
barber shop. A barber chair, with mirror on wall 
in front of chair, stands L. Alongside is a wash- 
stand, with pitcher, bowl, shaving mug, razors, etc. 
In centre of stage is an ordinary kitchen table (30 
by 36), covered over with a table cloth hanging on 
all sides to the floor. On table are magazines, pa- 
pers, etc. ; on either side of table is a wooden chair. 
{At rise of curtain there is no one on stage. The 
sound of a horse rapidly galloping is heard in the 
distance, then gradually growing, and at last the 
sound ceases, as if the horse had been brought to a 
halt a short distance from the doorway. Then 
Pedro thrusts his head in a cautious manner through 
the doorway and makes an eager and careful sur- 
vey of the room. Then at last, satisfied that there 
is no one zviihin, he enters. In right hand he car- 
ries his revolver, ready for instant action. He be- 
gins a careful examination of the room, in a search 



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for a concealed enemy; going to doors R. and L., 
he suddenly throws them open. Then, apparently 
satisfied that there is nobody about, he starts for 
centre of stage, discovers table with the long cloth, 
walks cautiously around it, then makes a sudden 
dart, throws up the cloth and with pistol leveled 
looks under table. As he is just finishing this oper- 
ation Carmita appears in doorway R., and stands 
watching him for an instant with an amused smile. 
Then she closes door behind her, and at the sound 
of the latch clicking Pedro whirls about, with re- 
volver pointed ready for instant use.) 

Carmita {Mockingly) — So, Senor Pedro! And 
what, pray, did you expect to find under our poor, 
defenceless little table — a sheriff and his posse? 

Pedro {Shame -facedly, and putting revolver in 
holster) — Perhaps, Sefiorita Carmita. One can 
never tell these days. One cannot afford to take 
chances. {Rolls a cigarette.) 

Carmita — True. And to what am I indebted for 
the honor of a visit from such a celebrated person 
as the only Pedro Sardello ? Do you come on busi- 
ness, Sefior Bandit? {Laughs teasingly^ leaning 
languidly against door casing.) 

Pedro — No, Sefiorita — hardly. I was but pass- 
ing, and — and thought I would look in. {Lights 
cigarette. ) 

Carmita — Help yourself, by all means. Take a 
good look. 

Pedro {As if struck by a sudden suspicion, draws 
revolver and glances keenly about room) — And 



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what does the Sefiorita mean by take a good look? 
Carmita {Laughs mockingly before replying) — 
Oh, but isn't he the brave one ! He is as nervous as 
a school girl at the sight of a mouse. {Goes lo 
table, sits on edge, idly swinging feet back and 
forth, but eyeing him keenly the while.) 

Pedro {Eyes busy searching the room as he 
speaks)— Why not? It is an easy matter to lie 
concealed and with one little pull of a finger, sacre! 
— the concealed one is richer by $10,000. Is it not 
so? {Restores pistol to belt.) 

Carmita {Laughing and swinging feet back and 
forth) — Si, Seiior Bandit, of course. {Becoming 
suddenly serious.) ,You are worth a lot of money, 
aren't you — dead or a prisoner? 

Pedro {Taking off sombrero and making a low, 
sweeping bow)Si, Sefiorita. Some folks have 
been good enough to so declare. 

Carmita — Well, to be perfectly candid with you, 
Pedro, either dead or a prisoner is, in my estima- 
tion, the only way you are of any account. 

Pedro {Tossing cigarette azvay and then rolling 
another) — The fair Senorita is disposed to be in a 
rather sarcastic mood this morning. {Goes along- 
side of her and leans insolently against table, peer- 
ing boldly up into her face.) What is the reason, 
eh ? There was a time, not so very much long ago, 
when you would have thought twice before making 
such a remark. You have much changed, Sefiorita 
— much changed. Is it the American way you have 
learned at your school there? {Lights cigarette. 



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then puffs mid blows smoke coolly into her face.) 

Carmita {Meeting his gaze calmly for an in- 
stant; then suddenly grabs cigarette from his 
mouth) — The Americans never taught me to stand 
for cigarette smoke being puffed into my face, Mis- 
ter Bandit. {Throws cigarette on floor.) 

Pedro {Stm^es in stupefied amazement at her for 
an instant, then clinches his Ust and raises it threat- 
eningly above her head) — Caramba! You — 

Carmita {Raises her face to his and looks him 
coolly in the eye) — Don't you swear, either, Pedro. 
And it is extremely bad form to raise your hand to 
a lady. Get me? 

Pedro {Slowly lowering Ust, then backing away 
from her and surveying her coldly for an instant: 
then, speaking in tense voice) — Sefiorita, nobody 
ever did that to me before, and — 

Carmita — And, as they say in the United States, 
*'got away with it," eh, Pedro? 

Pedro — I have killed, Seiiorita — for less. ( Takes 
out another cigarette.) 

Carmita — Yes, Pedro ; I understand that you 
have grown to be quite a bad boy since I've been 
away to school. You have made quite some repu- 
tation for yourself — robbing and killing folks. Is 
it not so, Pedro? 

Pedro {Slowly lighting cigarette before replying, 
but holding extinguished match between his thumb 
and finger) — Si, Sefiorita. I rob those '*'*>! have 
much plenty. And those that consider they are bet- 
ter men than I, I — Well, they are no more to me 



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than, so — (Flips match away from between his 
fin^rs, and then shrugs his shoulders expressively.) 

C ARM IT A {Jumps off table and faces him angrily) 
— And now — now you dare to come to me and boast 
of your deeds! Go! {Stamps foot angrily on 
floor.) Go! I will not listen to another word. 
{Points to door.) 

Pedro {Calmly puMng at cigarette and blowing 
the smoke high in the air; then) — ^It might be well 
for the Senorita Carmita to listen. Maybe I might 
have something of much interest to say. Maybe — 
eh? 

Carmita {Looking at him steadily before reply- 
ing) — Maybe, Pedro. I am only a woman, and 
women are sometimes curious. 

Pedro — Aha! {Blowing out a puff of smoke; 
then) Your good father, Senorita — is he at home? 

Carmita — No. But why ask for him? Does 
what you have to impart concern him? 

Pedro — No. What I have to impart concerns no 
one but you — 

Carmita — Say, aren't you afraid the sheriff 
might drop in here, and — 

Pedro {Hands fall to revolver and knife as he 
answers) — It would be his last drop. 

Carmita — Come, come, Pedro, get down to cases. 
What's the game, anyhow ? 

Pedro {Once more letting his eyes roam about 
the room in a searching manner) — Well, I might 
want a shave, small gal. {Rubs chin reflectively 
zvith tips of fingers.) Yes, I think I could be much 



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pleased with a shave. Do you not think so, small 
gal? 

Carmita {Shrugs shoulders indifferently) — It is 
of no consequence to me. But you must come later. 
Father is away now. 

Pedro — That is why I could be much pleased with 
a shave. (Bows mockingly.) 

Carmita (Sharply) — What do you mean? 

Pedro — I mean, small gal, that it is from you 
that I am to be shaved — eh ? 

Carmita (Laughs mockingly; then) — To use an- 
other good American expression, ''You've got a 
swell chance of getting a shave from me." Do you 
get that? 

Pedro— Aha ! You laugh ! Why ? You have be- 
come too much highly educated to shave your fa- 
ther's customers some more? You are too much 
swell person — eh 2 

Carmita — Maybe, Pedro. But the principal and 
top-notch reason is — / am some particular who I 
shave. And, as they also say on various occasions 
in the United States, ''Don't slam the door as you 
go out." (Turns and starts to exit.) 

Pedro (Springing after her, seizing her by one 
wrist and whirling her about, facing him) — So! 
You make me do something we both feel sorry for 
maybe. I have much to talk to you. It is much 
plenty better if you listen. Eh? 

Carmita (Trying'to loosen his grip on her wrist) 
— Release me — 



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Pedro — Then you must make me one promise. 
Shave me. Is it yes ? 

Carmita (Angrily) — It is no. No — no — no! 
(Stamps foot.) 

Pedro (Slowly releases her wrist, then steps hack 
from her, folds arms across his breast and scans her 
from head to foot.) Small gal, you are one little 
devil — also one angel, all in one. I could kill you 
one minute — love you the next. But you shall listen 
to me — and listen v^qW. Sit down! (He points 
commandingly to a chair, and she slowly sits in it, 
her eyes meanwhile fixed on his with a fascinated 
stare. When she is seated he leans against the table 
and continues) : Carmita, in the past few months I 
make much money — 

Carmita— vS^o/^ it, you mean. 

Pedro (Shrugs shoulders indifferently, then takes 
out and makes another cigarette, lights it) — As to 
that, what matter? I have got much money — and 
that is much plenty. (Blows smoke languidly.) 

Carmita (Bitterly) — Much plenty — you are 
right ! 

Pedro — How I got this money is of no matter. I 
am through now — all through. From now on no- 
body shall call me Pedro the Bandit. Instead, they 
shall call me 'Tedro, Honest Pedro." I shall be 
much a reform man. You see? (Puffs on cig- 
arette.) 

Carmita — What! You reform? Reform and 
keep all your — the money you stole ? 

Pedro — Si, Senorita. And why not? It is done 



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every day — even in the United States. Besides, is it 
not mine to keep? Did I not scheme and plan for 
it, fight for it, and — 

Carmita — Kill for it! 

Pedro {Shrugs shoulders indifferently) — What 
would you? One must do those things these days, 
small gal. 

Carmita (Rising from chair and facing him 
sternly) — And why do you tell me about your ill- 
gotten wealth ? Why flaunt your crimes in my pres- 
ence ? 

Pedro (Throwing away_ cigarette and speaking 
earnestly and passionately) — Why? Hear me and 
you shall know, small gal. A long time ago, before 
you journeyed to those pigs of Americanos, you 
used to smile on me, joke with me, and make my 
heart beat with much hope and joy. Then I say to 
me, "Pedro, some day you got to take this small 
gal and make her your wife — you. make her Mrs. 
Pedro Sardello." And every time I say these words 
to me it makes one sound in my ears like sweetest 
kind of music. Then you smile and speak kind to 
me, and my heart jumps with much joy again. Then 
again some more I say to me, ''Pedro, you got no 
money ; you are one much poor man. It is not good 
to be poor man, Pedro. You no can buy small gal 
nice presents when she is Mrs. Pedro Sardello." 
Then I say to me again, "Pedro, you must go get 
money and be rich man, then small gal be Mrs. 
Pedro Sardello and be much plenty happy." Then 
I think maybe I work hard and become a rich feller 



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like some I know. Then I try that, small gal, but I 
no can make a fat purse. Then all at once I see the 
facts. I say to me, "Pedro, many mens have much 
mbney — too much. They no get it honest ; it belongs- 
as much to you, Pedro, as to them. Go get it, Pe- 
dro ; go get it." (She starts to rise from chair, hut 
he stops her by a gesture, and continues in quick,. 
passionate voice) Pretty soon, bye-and-bye, I com- 
mence to get money. First one rich man, then an- 
other one he give it to me. But never do I take it 
from those that be come by their money honestly. 
And always I have in my mind one grand, big ob- 
ject — you! But now — now I — (Sighs wearily) — 
Now you act cold when you see me. You no make 
me a sweet smile like you did once. You make jour- 
ney to United States, you come back — you much are 
different. I no can figure it. I think once it is be- 
cause I am poor man. But now- — now you know I 
am rich man, and still you make me no sweet smile. 
You— 

Carmita (Interrupting him by rising from chair 
and holding up one hand' commandingly) — Stop,. 
Pedro ! There's no use to go further. I understand. 
I understand your motive — and regret that I have 
been the cause of your becoming what you are. If 
I ever gave you cause to think that I cared for you, 
I am sorry — awfully sorry, Pedro. I never loved 
you — never ! 

Pedro (Slowly backing away from her with up- 
lifted hands, then stopping and leaning Hercely to- 



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ward her, with face working angrily) — You — you 
never loved me ? 

Carmita (Sadly) — No, Pedro — never! 

Pedro — You no — no love me now? 

Carmita — No — now nor never. 

Pedro — Aha! Maybe you love some other man 
— eh? (Right hand falls on revolver butt.) 

Carmita (Defiantly) — Well, and if so, what mat- 
ters it to you ? 

Pedro — ^Well, / kill man you love! 

Carmita (Laughs mockingly) — YOU kill him? 
Why, Pedro, he could take care of himself among 
fifty such as you. (Snaps fingers in his face.) 

Pedro — Aha! You think so, eh? Point him to 
me and we shall see. (Toys with knife handle.) 

Carmita (Laughs) — Frank Carter would make 
you find a new street if ever he got after you — 
(Stops abruptly as she realizes she has betrayed her 
sweetheart's name; then she exclaims in a hoarse 
whisper aside) My God — what have I done ! 

Pedro (Stares in surprise as she mentions the 
name) ^ Aha \ I got much information that time, 
eh ? So, it is Frank Carter — he is your lover ! 

- Carmita (Terror-stricken) — No, no, Pedro! I 
was but joking. 

Pedro — You lie! (Goes swiftly to door at back, 
looks off R. and L., then- reenters and closes door 
behind him and comes down to her. She kneels in 
terror, centre stage.) Don't be afraid, small gal. I 
shall make you no harm. I have something here 
maybe you look upon with much interest — maybe 



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much interest. (Takes from an inside pocket a 
large packet, greenback size. ) See, small gal ; look 
with all your eyes on this. Do you know what this 
is I hold before your eyes ? 

Carmita (Agitated) — No, no! How should I? 

Pedro — It is once belong to your lover — Frank 
Carter. It is the one big money pay roll for the 
men who work under him. ]>Jow it belong all to 
me. Pedro took it from him a little while ago. 
And you said he could hold his own against fifty- 
like me. Bah ! He was much easy. 

Carmita (Springing to her feet and clutching at 
the package) — It is his — give it to me, you scoun- 
drel! Give it to me, I say! (Struggles for its pos- 
session.) 

Pedro (Holding her back with one hand, while 
with other hand he holds package behind his back) 
— Hush, small gal. You make too much fuss over a 
small thing. Maybe you can have it — maybe no. 
It all depends much on you. Savve ? 

Carmita — You thief ! Don't you know you will 
be hunted down, and — 

Pedro (Interrupting, coolly) — I take chance on 
that, small gal. Nobody saw me take it from him — 
and maybe nobody ever believe him if he say he was 
robbed. He is one big gambler, small gal. Maybe 
they say he lost the money that way — at cards. 
Pretty soon, bye-and-bye, he will be arrested. He 
will be kept locked up a long time, because he no 
can get money to pay back this. Ah, it is a pretty 
romance, small gal! Your lover in jail while Pedro 



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is spending the money. Is it not a pretty romance, 
small gal? 

Carmita (Falling on her knees, raising face and 
hands to him in supplication) — Pedro, for the love 
of the Holy Virgin, for all that stands for every- 
thing that's good in this world, give me that money ! 
See, I am on my knees to you, Pedro. Give it to me 
— ^give it to me! {Emotional business, sobbing, etc., 
while he takes out a cigarette, coolly lights it, and 
gazes dozyn at her ; then) : 

Pedro — You make a d — d much fuss, small gal! 
You get the money — 

Carmita {Rising, eagerly) — Then give it to me — 

Pedro — You are much fast. You be Mrs. Pedro 
Sardello, and — then you get this. {Indicates pack- 
age.) You make it present to Frank Carter. 

Carmita {Eagerly) — Yes, yes, Pedro. I will do 
as you say — just give me the package. 

Pedro {Shoving her gently away) — Yx)U are 
much fast again. You first must be Mrs. Pedro 
Sardello — then get package. Eh ? 

Carmita {Aside) — I'll promise him anything to 
obtain possession of that money. {To him) It shall 
be as you say, Pedro. Come — let us go. {Starts 
for door.) 

Pedro — Wait, small gal. Always you are in a 
hurry up. I no can get married till I get a shave. 
Is It so, small gal? 

Carmita — No, I will not. {Stops abruptly, as if 
struck by a sudden thought, then) Very well. There 
can be no harm in that. You would look better, I 



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think. Come. (Motions to barber chair.) 

Pedro ( Throzving away cigarette, smiles broadly, 
then advances to barber chair) — I am much pleased, 
small gal, that you savve with different eyes now, 
eh? (About to sit in chair.) 

Carmita (Stops him) — One moment, Pedro — 
just one moment. We never shave any one here 
that totes any hardware. Unload your knife and 
revolver before you get into the chair. 

Pedro (Amazed) — No — Pm no d — d fool — 

Carmita — Then you get no shave. Savve? That's 
the rule of this shop, and it goes! Father made that 
rule a long time ago and it's saved his life many a 
time. 

Pedro— Saved his life ? How, small gal ? 

Carmita — Why, if he happened to cut a customer 
there was no chance for the customer to get back at 
father by taking a shot at him. Savve again? 
(Smiles sweetly.) 

Pedro (His suspicion dispelled by her sweet smile 
and manner, takes revolver and knife from belt and 
hands them to her) — All right, small gal; I go by 
your rules. (Lies back in chair.) 

Carmita (throws knife across the room, then 
covers him zvith revolver and speaking quickly) — 
Now you, Pedro, Fve got you where I want you. 
Make a false move and FU shoot off your whiskers 
and then your head. Straighten up and hand me 
that package! (Keeps him covered with gun.) 

Pedro (slowly straightens up, then takes out 



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package from his inside pocket) — You are joking, 
maybe, small gal — eh? 

Carmita {Taking package fifpm him) — Yes, Pe- 
dro — but the joke is on you. Now climb down froni 
that chair and — beat it ! {He gets out of chair, ele- 
vates hands above his head, and goes to door, then 
opens it and exits quickly, scowling fiercely at her 
as he goes. She holds revolver out at arm's length 
between thumb and forefinger, and lets it drop to 
floor, then) Gracious Mary, I'm glad I didn't haye 
to shoot that thing! It would have scared me to 
death. 

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